I seen the pain in her eyes.
I see the sorrow in her smile.
She walks with uncertianty.
Has a mind of love and hate.
What torments you so,
Dear sister?
What are your hopes?
Does life treat you kind,
Dear sister?
What joy hath caused you such sadness?
Life is unfair,
Dear sister.
Life in unkind.
Don't be afraid, I'm by your side.
Though you may feel mynute in this world,
You're not!
So whipe all those tears from your eyes.
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